Fam Fiction Novels & Stories

"Did I seem magnificent? Because I felt like I was fighting for my life." "Sometimes fighting for your life is the most magnificent thing you can do." "Grandma Helen, can I ask you something?" "Of course." "Do you think I belong in this family?" "What kind of question is that?" "An honest one." Grandma Helen was quiet for a moment. "Jane, can I tell you a story?" "What kind of story?" "A story about family lies." "Okay." "When Christian's parents died, this family was destroyed by secrets." "What kind of secrets?"

Zac said in a funny way but it seemed like Caroline didn’t enjoy the joke at all. Caroline glared at Zac with hatred. “Please don’t mind him” I said to end the awkwardness. She ignored me and moved forward towards the kitchen. “Well. Here is the spot where I usually find my daughters spoiling the food most of the times” my father giggled to make the environment funny. “Come on. Not all the times dad.” Anna laughed. The kitchen was an open galley style with top quality appliances, storage galore, all the cooking utensils you would find at home, and fabulous views.

Royal sat with on the edge of the bed as Famke finished reading a bedtime story to a very sleepy yet contented Precious. He’d noticed since they’d gotten on the plane, Famke had not been quite herself and while the lazy man in him wanted to simply chalk it up to biology, he knew something was up. He suspected his mother’s behavior in the morning was the culprit. He was bracing himself for yet another hard conversation.

"Then why is there no action yet?" "Perhaps the situation is a little complicated, and Henry requires some time to deal with it. Let's be patient." "That's true. After all, the Jones family is not an average family. It's one of the four largest families in Hodbridge. Furthermore, Fyman is a treasure in the entire family." Winson sighed. Fyman and his mother had been mistreating him since childhood, and he had even overheard that Fyman's mother wanted to get rid of him. Otherwise, he would not have suffered as much in recent years.

I asked hoping that I heard the wrong words from him. "I said," Is it familia? The mafia business of the family?" He asked again with a shrug as if the question he asked is normal, I immediately dropped Mia who didn't look surprised a bit. "What do you guys know about the familia?" I asked, holding their eyes while staring at them. "Everything, dad. Mom and grandpa told us about it, but I don't like the idea that you have to kill people" Mia said with a snort as she removed a sweet from her pocket and popped it in her mouth.

I stopped talking because I couldn't come up with a better lie. "End it." She finally makes a move, dropping her leather bag on the counter. "What?" I raised my eyebrows at my mum. "You heard me, you are at a loss let me rephrase that you are going to be at a loss. They both will leave your ass." "Besides, if you are going to cheat do it with class, not with your husband's brother, worse he doesn't even have money, he is living off his brother." Wow! Typical mum, always after the monetary aspect.

“Don’t get me wrong I do but I’m worried. You are always indoors. You are growing up and you need to get out there, enjoy the world.” “I’m enjoying my world.” “What is your book all about?” “Crime fiction.” “Am I supposed to know about that?” “Ah dad. Where do I even start from?” Her father looked at her. “Ok just know that it’s about the most notorious family in Zambia.” “Notorious?” “Yes. The family is the most feared in the country. No one crosses their path. Whoever does, gets killed. On top of that, they have connections everywhere. The police cannot touch them. No one touches them.”

Miska winked, teasing her sister. Hearing her brother's wish, Michael pinched her cheek. Born into the Syailendra family, which people say is already rich with seven generations, Michael lives in wealth. Moreover, he is the first of three children and the only son, therefore almost all of his family's companies are currently holding him because his father had a stroke. His two younger siblings did not want to continue the family business and chose to realize their dreams, Miska, who is a professional model, will now become one of the iconic fashion models to be held in Paris. While, his younger sister Melody Andrea Syailendra became a surgeon. "So you came to your brother's party tonight, ri

When my SAT results come in, I'm stunned to see a score of just 550, even though I've always been one of the top students in my class. For the first time, my parents pull me into a hug and gently reassure me. "It's okay. We'll pay for you to retake the SAT next time." Tears well up in my eyes as I promise them, "I'll get into a good college next time. I won't let you down." They prepare a lavish dinner, then send me off to bed with smiles. Late that night, I hear laughter coming from my parents' room. A beat later, I hear the voice of my little sister, Olivia Clark, drifting through the crack in the door. "Mom, Dad, you're amazing! I'll be headed to a top college soon!"

Emma, the fake heiress, and I were sold into an underground BDSM club. When my parents, the richest couple in the country, and my husband, Leo DeLuca, the feared Don of the DeLuca crime family, finally found us, I was bound with duct tape and covered in wounds. Emma lay beside me, heavily pregnant and unconscious. Three months later, doctors confirmed that her baby had died in the womb. She was the adopted daughter my parents had cherished for twenty years, and the girl my husband had never gotten over. My parents and husband went half mad, offering a nationwide one-hundred-million-dollar bounty for any lead on the person responsible. I was the only one who might have seen the culprit's face